Short Order Cook

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He hates it.  From the noise to the brightness to the level of prettiness, this school is absolutely the worst he's ever been at.  And he's been at some pretty fucking bad ones.  Mom moves him around a lot.  He gets into trouble and sometimes it's just easier to get a job at another hospital and take her son away before he gets a wrap sheet for the

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"Literally melt faces?" he asked, finishing Kurt's sentence. "Eh, about three years. Sort of hit puberty and I got really, really fucking mad one day and it just went off. Everything plastic in the bathroom melted and the water in the toilet boiled and the wallpaper peeled off. Oooh God did I get in trouble for that one."

He couldn't help it. And his mother never realized that Luke hadn't been in control. He'd only had a break down twice since.

Despite what you see here, Kurt, he's actually fairly stable these days. Luke sat on the chair in front of Kurt's vanity and sighed.

"Dude, you're such a fucking girl. Just get some fake tits already."

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Well, Luke couldn't take credit for it. It's not his intention, at all, to make Kurt feel better. Still, at least he didn't look like he was going to cry, so that was good. Crying was something Luke really hated. It was so damned weak.

So pointless. Tears did nothing but give you a headache!

"If your moisturizers attacked me, that'd be a whole different set of powers. Telekinesis or some shit. Man, that would be so fucking useful."

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Luke didn't do what he was told simply to do it. Right now, he was trying to humor Kurt, to calm him down before he blew a gasket and went up like Challenger. He settled into one of the chairs in front of the television -- which was fucking amazing and made him instantly jealous -- and used his foot to topple over some games to see what was behind them

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"Hey, I'm not unwilling." A pause, but just to jump to some cover before he was killed. He made a face of concentration as he scurried behind some crates. "All right, fuck, I hate Spanish, it's pointless when they have those computer programs that translate for you in real time!"

He missed his mark, but didn't get caught, so that was all right, changing weapons to act more like a distraction for Kurt. He was a better marksman than Luke was.

"I'm not asking to be friends." He pressed his lips together. "Shit, all right, how the fuck are they winning when you're on our god-damned team? Okay, maybe I'm asking to be friends. I don't know. You're a cool guy. Under all that glitter."

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Luke considered the question really very carefully. He had no trouble being honest when it got him something, but telling Kurt that he thought he was an all right sort of guy before he found out about his power would be going too far. The very thought actually make his stomach hurt a little.

It would be like giving too much of himself away and he really, really didn't want to do that.

Ever.

"Yeah I guess. You're already, generally, but knowing you can do this is pretty freaking awesome. How many other friends do you got that are anything like us?"

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Food? Luke perked up immediately and untangled his limbs to stand. "Hey, you want some help?" So sue him, he liked to cook. Of course, that was likely the last thing that Kurt wanted. There was no danger of Luke bonding with his dad, but there was a pretty big danger of Luke saying something he shouldn't.

Actually, it was about guaranteed that he'd say something offensive no matter what.

Still, when Kurt managed to get upstairs, Luke was actually just stirring the pasta and talking about kill shots and how good Kurt was at sniping in Gears of War. "Saved my ass a few times!"

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When Luke wanted to be, he could really turn on the charm. "Really? Hey, thanks. Though it's probably not conducive--" How did he know such big words? -- "to my studying. He's got an amazing game system. I'm easily distracted."

Luke, for the entire evening, was perfect. He didn't take Kurt's hand or look at him longingly, he didn't mention anything about powers. Luke was just a normal kid.

Kurt's dad probably appreciated that.

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The act dropped immediately when Luke was inside the car, though that knowing, awkward smirk never left his face. "So your dad knows you play for the other team because man he's like the manliest man ever. Plaid? Honestly? Does he bag deer and rustle up grub too?"

He actually was pretty jealous of Kurt. His dad was pretty awesome. He asked after how Kurt was, chatted about his day, didn't bring home a constant streak of women or drink--

Luke wasn't really sure how dads were suppose to act but Burt seemed pretty awesome all the way around.